Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Thanks WA001 for the edits.
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There I was sitting across from the woman that had shattered my life and the life of my father and grandmother. The woman that had fled town with Roy, I stopped calling him my grandfather the day... well, let me tell you how this all began.
The year was 2002, I was six at the time, you wonder how I could remember so far back and so young? Trust me that day will always be etched in my memory. For two reasons, that was the day I lost my mother, and the day my father killed himself.
I had just got up from a nap that my mother had put me down for. I don't expect she thought I'd get up so early. Yet in my curious little mind I stumbled down the hallway. My eyes grew wide with joy as I saw my father there. He never was home that early; it was normally around seven when he got home from the paper mill. My mother had me when she was eighteen, she was already two months pregnant with me when she graduated from high school. That was when I heard some strange sounds as I ran up to my father.
"Oh Daddy! Yes fuck me Daddy!" At the time I really couldn't understand it.
"Daddy?" I said happily as I stared up at my father. Then I turned my gaze to my parent's room. There was Roy, behind my mother, her moaning like the whore she was as her father fucked her. "Daddy!" I tugged hard on my father's hand to get his attention.
"Billy! Jacob!" My mother screamed as she and Roy finally noticed us. Quickly trying to cover herself with the sheet. Then I saw something on my father's face that I never seen before. Rage! My father was a patient man, a caring man, this was not something I was accustom to. Yet that smirk on Roy's face as he stood there naked so callously putting on his clothes drove him over the edge. I don't think Roy thought my father had it in him as my father leapt across the room. His fist landing squarely on his jaw sending Roy into the closet door, splintering it as he did. I grew fearful as my father rained blow after blow on Roy's face. My head snapped over to my mother as she screeched before leaping onto my father's back.
"Billy stop! Don't you hurt my Daddy!" I heard my mother wailing as her own fist pounded on my father. I did what and kid that age would do. I ran and called the only person I knew that could help. My grandmother.
"Get off me you cheating bitch!" I heard my father snarl then a huge crash in their bedroom. Then another that came from the small bathroom in our two bedroom one bath house.
"Dad stop!" I heard my mother yell.
"Are you..."
"Grandma is on her way," I said, in that high pitched shaky voice as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Thinking I had done the right thing and gotten them all to stop fighting.
"Jacob! Oh my god! Mom's going to kill us!" My mother said in fear.
